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A HALF-DOZEN POLICE OFFICERS swarm the Manchester home of mathematics professor Alan Turing.
ALAN TURING (V.O.)
Good. This is going to go very
quickly now. If you are not
listening carefully, you will miss
things. Important things. You’re
writing some of this down? That’s
good.
INSIDE ALAN’S HOUSE: There's been a break-in, and the house is a mess - someone has given it a pretty thorough once-over.
ALAN TURING (V.O.)
I will not pause, I will not repeat
myself, and you will not interrupt
me. If you ask me a question, I
will ignore it. You think that
because you’re sitting where you
are, and I am sitting where I am,
that you are in control of what is
about to happen. You’re mistaken. I
am in control, because I know
things that you do not know.
PAPERS inked black with mathematical symbols litter the floor. The test tubes and beakers of Turing's chemical work are shattered in the study, CYANIDE and POTASSIUM NITRATE DRIPPING ACROSS THE UGLY CARPET.
ALAN TURING (V.O.)
What I will need from you now is a
commitment. You will listen
closely, and you will not judge me.
And, in the corner: A MACHINE. It’s the size of a dresser, tall, sprouting VACUUM TUBES and WIRES. It looks anachronistic here, too futuristic for its time.
The CONSTABLES LOOK AT THE MACHINE, CONFUSED: What is that thing?
ALAN TURING (V.O.)
When I am finished — when I have
told you that I am finished — you
are free to think whatever you
like. But until then, you will
hard for you to understand,
everything I am saying I am saying
for a reason.
A CONSTABLE PHONES IN the robbery to police headquarters —